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Harry hesitates for a while. But after a long time of thinking he made up his mind and took his wand and the Marauders map with him. He quietly crept out of his bed and tip toed towards the potrait. He really gonna regret this later.
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Harry walked down the stairs slowly in his Insivibility Cloak. Slowly making his way to the Moaning Myrtle toilet. Never ever thought about how his decision could make himself fall into anyone trap. Well, I may have get help too if I were in her place. Harry shrugged. He quickly peeked inside. Well there's no one inside. Just some trickling sounds of water drops. Nothing much. He took out his wand and walked inside with caution.
TANG!
He snapped his head toward the loud noise. Which lead him toward one of the stalls inside the toilet. Okay,that is creepy. He crouched down and peek inside. A pair of feet. Well thats a relief. The one inside is not a ghost and he doesn't need to be freaked out of be scared. Harry sighed softly and knocked on the door stall. Suddenly a squeak came out of the stall. Harry drawed back a little. But he shook of his scaredy cat part of him and asked "Hello? Anyone in there?"
Of course there is Harry. Seriously, what have gotten into me?
Harry snapped back from his thoughts. He waited but there was no reply. Just some dripping sounds of water. With a final stupidly made decision that would guarentee that he will be lectured Hermione, Harry pointed his wand towards the stall. "I'm gonna count to three, show yourself." Silent. "I'm serious." and that...didn't work too. Harry sighed. His patient gradually dripping with the water drops. Well its your own fault, whoever you are. And...
BOMBARDA!!!
The door exploded open and Harry was blew by the impact an smashed to the nearby sink. The person who was inside the stall quickly took their chance and ran away swiftly. Harry who was still on the ground. Groaning about his cruel fate that just fall upon him. Literary on him. He pushed aside the broken door and climb on his using the sink as support. "Bloody hell...who is that?!" He shook his head and quickly grab his Invisiblity Cloak and his wand. He quickly ran toward the same direction the person just went. But just around the corner he bumped into something. No, someone.
"What do think you doing outside of the curfew, Mr Potter?" Harry know that voice. The voice belongs to the dungeon-potion-shrivelled-ba..
"Well, Detention for you, Mr POTTER." Oh cruel cruel world...Harry sighed in desparation.
Sorry fellow readers. Its quite short. Please forgive this humble witch. XOXO
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Behind The Cloak
FanfictionHarry Potter and Draco Malfoy are enemies since they started the school years at Hogwarts. Both of them were feeded by jealousy that they were blinded from the real truth behind all of their status of well being and their houses old rivalry. They b...
